Quotes About Romance

Out of all the toads I kissed you are my first prince

She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, now walking alongside him, hand in hand like old lovers.

Except Minho—he was trying to talk to some cute girl, but her eyes were closed.

Kiss me," she said. "Tom, kiss me.

She grabbed both of his hands in hers, squeezed. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, her nose nestled against his neck—she had to be standing on the tips of her toes. Each breath from her sent a new wave of chills across his skin.

Cherchez la femme, Bucky. Remember that.

When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.

Will you love me in December as you do in May, Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? When my hair has all turned gray, Will you kiss me then and say, That you love me in December as you do in May?

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

I love romantic comedy, but I think you have to have another idea that you're chasing along with romantic comedy.

He drew me to him and kissed me on the mouth, softly, without aggression. His face, which had ripped me raw with its stubble in the night, was smooth and soft now. His body was warm and hairy. And his cock—that ever ready cock—was pointing to the ceiling again.

Good boy. I want you all to myself. Like I told you, I love you.

He dropped to his knees and started smothering my cock in kisses; this wasn't going to be a particularly skilful blow job, I thought, but it would be sincerely meant.

It was just that we had this phenomenal honeymoon relationship that just kept on going.

I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.

Tomorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.

I wondered how a man ever got an English girl into bed. What did they do with her hockey stick?

All's fair in love and dialectical materialism

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

she really was older, not the glancing-eyed girl I had fallen in love with but no less beautiful for that; beautiful now in a way that less excited my senses that tore at my very heart

I hadn't slept with anybody in Vermont except a little red-haired girl I met at a party on the first weekend.

In the reflected gaze of his (her husband's) steady admiration, she saw the face of the girl he had fallen in love with.

Will wrote frequently to Nellie, describing his daily routine in detail only a lover would not find exhausting.